Amber Sword

"Then how can they help us, Commander?" Brand had just finished speaking when someone loudly asked.

Upon hearing that the Cruz people would not intervene personally, most people present could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, only Brand, a freak from another space-time who could completely disregard the Cruz Empire’s power, was present. The Empire had accumulated power for centuries, and its might was deeply ingrained in people’s hearts.

"At the very least, they can make our enemies appear on the battlefield ahead of time. We have heavy troops in front, an army behind us, so don’t think that defeating the White Lion Legion means a smooth road ahead."

Brand looked at the others and reminded, "We’ve only defeated a small part of the guard of the White Lion Legion; the real elite is yet to come."

"The Flame Gate!" Princess Griffine’s silver eyes slightly brightened. "Are you saying that the Holy Temple might build a temporary teleportation array in Ambeser like the Flame Gate in the last Holy War?"

Brand nodded.

"But such a teleportation array is extremely costly, and for the Holy Temple, it’s not negligible. I’ve heard that only a few such arrays were built during the entire war. Would they be willing to invest so much for the Northern nobles?" Nemesia asked.

Brand couldn’t help but shake his head, purely a soldier! It was the Princess who calmly nodded: "With the Holy War approaching, a stable Erune is far more significant to the Holy Temple than a teleportation array. Moreover, having a temporary teleportation array in Erune is necessary as it’s the frontline of the war..."

"In other words, the Black Blade Legion and the White Lion Legion could appear on the battlefield of Ambeser at any time." Loka nodded.

"But our troops are still in the Flada-Pes Territory." Enrock couldn’t help but change his expression a bit. This fallen knight finally woke up: "This is getting interesting, aren’t we going to be encircled?"

"Don’t worry, it’s all speculation, the Holy Temple’s trump card after all; teleportation arrays have a usage limit. However, we must have a corresponding response plan," Brand replied: "I like to make plans before doing something, and I hope you all do the same, so we need a new plan to accommodate the possible changes."

"Then what do you plan to do?" Nemesia asked.

"I haven’t decided yet, but we can rule out unrealistic choices one by one," Brand replied. "The most straightforward way would be to turn back and fight our way to the harbor district, where Patrol Cavalry and the Harbor Guard’s main forces stand in our way, but we will also receive support from allies."

"It has cleared up now, although there are still storms in the Outer Sea. If the Holy Temple knows we might take the sea route, choosing it might not be wise. Moreover, fighting at sea, an Element level strongholder could easily destroy our sails, and even if we don’t get captured alive, we might drown—"

"So we can only break through by land," Nemesia replied calmly, as if the matter did not concern her. Such a Female Knight gave Brand a slight sense of unfamiliarity, differing from the person he remembered. In Brand’s memory, Senior Sister was bold, daring, confident, and always wore an infectious smile, yet she never lacked authority and decisiveness, seemingly an Innate leader.

But the Female Knight seemed enveloped by something. Nemesia finally frowned, coldly staring, as if she was lost in her own thoughts while looking at someone else. The opposite party seemed to be always thinking about something.

Whenever Brand thought this, he himself felt a little strange, clearly two different people, yet he always subconsciously compared them.

Nemesia noticed the other person’s distant look and couldn’t help but frown again.

"Ah, I’m sorry." Brand snapped back to reality.

"It’s nothing, but leaving Ambeser by land requires crossing the Flada Forest and the Anlek Mountains, it isn’t a straightforward path; instead, it’s full of thorns. We might face Duke Anlek’s troops, and the Northern nobles won’t allow us to break through so easily either."

"No, you’re wrong. This is not a breakout but an escape, a dangerous and arduous escape, with little chance," Brand shook his head and bitterly smiled: "But we have no choice now."

"We must break through southward, leave Ambeser, cross Flada Forest and the Anlek Mountains, and rendezvous with your Southern troops. The original plan of Her Highness the Princess and Lord Overwell was to break through southward, leave Ambeser by land, right? With Lonely Wolf’s wisdom, I believe there must be a prior arrangement."